Michele
Isobel Maciver
At age three, my daughter’s vocabulary has suddenly grown–at a rate beyond exponential, and we are having more and more earnest conversations. On this page I intend to capture some of those conversations (latest ones will be posted near the top). Some of them may eventually become full-blown Cheese Grits blogs; others may just be recorded here to bring little smiles to the reader.
06/25/2010 Cinderella Cake
Our daughter decided that Daddy would have a Cinderella cake for his birthday. So, I rushed home from work, picked her up and started on the odyssey of baking a Cinderella cake without the appropriate pans, not enough icing and an excited 3-yr-old helper, all before Daddy came home from work.
Here’s how the adventure wraps up.
Me: E we need to get this mess cleaned up before Daddy comes home.
E: Starts licking the yellow and blue sprinkles from the table top.
Me: E! I need your help cleaning up. Not eating the spilled sprinkles.
E: Eating is helping.
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02/25/2010 Sashaying
After dance class, my daughter keeps her dance clothes on as long as possible, but I always make sure the ballet and tap shoes are put safely away.
“E, go potty.”
“Okay!”
And she goes sliding by me on her un-shoed feet, only covered by her tights.
“Careful there. This floor is sli….”
Crash
“…ppery. You just slid into the bathroom door! Are you okay?”
“I okay. Not slide. I sashay.”
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01/18/2010 Cookie Math
Daughter: After taking her antibiotic. “I need to go over there” (pointing to a kitchen cabinet)
Daddy: “What’s over there?”
Daughter: “Cookies.”
Mom: “These? I’ll give you four.”
Dad: “What’s better, four cookies or five cookies?”
Daughter: “Six.”
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01/04/2010 Sorry!
Daughter singing in a sing-song voice, skipping around the basement: “I sorry. I very very sorry.”
Daddy: “What are you sorry about?”
Daughter: “You’ll see.”
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12/16/2009 Fixing Daddy’s Car
We needed to travel to my husband’s place of work to jump off his car that had a dead battery. So, when I picked my daughter up from preschool, I explained our itinerary:
“Daddy’s car is broken. We need to go to his work and help him fix it, okay?”
“Okay. He broke it?”
“No. You know how your toys sometimes stop working when their batteries go dead? Well, the battery in Daddy’s car is dead. So, Daddy’s car doesn’t work.”
“Oh.”
“But before we go get Daddy, we need to stop by our house to pick up some tools to help fix Daddy’s car” (jumper cables actually, I just thought “tools” would be easier for her to understand).”
“Okay. I carry the hammer.”
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12/15/2009 Opinion on Cakes That Cannot Be Consumed
I had two pineapple upside down cakes in the oven. One was for my husband’s work “dish to pass”, but I had batter left over…so I made a second one for my colleagues at work. Our daughter was very upset that both cakes are going to other people. Her response to this profound disappointment?
Daughter: “I have an idea!”
Dad: “You do? What’s that?”
Daughter: “I bake my own cake.”
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